"As the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips,"
I will see the "foliage of farewell."
"When the soul-stars dream and die,"
I see red leaves covering the fall trees.
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last,"
for I now see "I am the Eyes of Time."
The green leaves must change colors for the fall,
but "neither dusk nor dawn can delude me."
Autumn weeps green cascades,
bone chilled usher omen for blazing trail of hues,
as mint fades
fall colours bloom,
singed red, golden flare, plum purple,
bright plume
sharp cold,
warm spells breed tints
bold
Autumn weeps green cascades,
singed red, golden flare, plum purple,
bold
seas of trees
green like peas
light wind breeze
puts my mind at ease
before that deep freeze
during eighty degrees
head to Missouri please!
If I was a fuchsia flower you’d be kind to me
Watering my spirit with kindness and dreams
As you are not a people person it seems
When you are throwing shade and yelling
How you love plants is very interesting
You fuss over them lovingly giving
Yet soon as you see your flesh and blood
How your voice changes words low as mud
If people were plants you’d grow them well
Your plant romance is amazing like a spell
You speak kindly to your beloved greenery
Saving thorns for your kids to see and eat
Is it because plants don’t talk back
Is it because they are green not black
And you’re miserable inside you lack
The pink instincts with which to stack
Grow green words that indigo inspire
Float like butterfly with flowery desire
If you have such a green thumb especially
Why inspire numbness when you talk to me
verdant smorgasbord
asymmetrical forest
glowing blowing leaves
I loved my make up today
My yellow concealer blended mighty well
At least it didn't turn out gray
Don't forget to draw water from the well
I kissed his fist so hard today
I smiled as I touched my bleeding lip
I admired the color in the mirror
I begged the heavens for this day
His artwork has no error
At least he touched me
ME
I won't forget to draw water from the well
The green and purple looked good today
I'm thinking of having the pattern tatted
Stencil huh
My mother chased me away
I don't think she liked the tattoo idea
As long as I remain the perfect canvas
I will draw water from the well
yet another dawn
simply glad to be livin'...
and lucky to be!
always green those leaves
until Autumn’s rearrange -
fluttering jewels
the
high
sun,
soft green,
the stem twisting,
a silver sheen, scented
breezes played, beneath
the summer sun is aglow.
the midday heat begins
to grow, and breathes
its oil into the flow,
while shadows
gently flow, to
wait in quiet
shade, no
resisting.
green
it spun.
to
I stand where the earth is green and wide,
Under a clouded, dreaming sky.
The paddy whispers, row by row,
Of days that pass, and rivers that flow.
No buildings touch this quiet land,
Only wind and rain by nature's hand.
And in this green, so calm, so deep,
I sow the dreams I want to keep.
Days will pass, pages will fill,
Ten, twelve books, by sheer will.
If after all this suffering, I never gave up,
Why will you?
If I can, you can too.
A quiet green bud
teaches patience
without words
A breath soft cinnamon is early
S p r i n g
not perceived at any other time of year
when two tweeny caterpillars cling dear
to one dandelion stalk sublime —
Shy LimeLight of green opens its legs
across yellow field — no scientist can
capture such subtle sheen
daisy clean
Heart feels its mighty loom alright …
It waits tentative as pink buds peep
from cacti who were in soundless
S l e e p —
Acacia stops shedding bare brown
splints — fresh mint bleeping
Noon arrives sooner sprinkling spritely
misty loss as Winter N o r t h w a r d
farewells
goodbye to woollen socks —
lullabies fade beneath mustard mohair docks
…
Southern Spring bells with clocks
C h a n t i n g
Chiming unlock
An event planner from birth,
he becomes annoyed to notice
what had been short-range planning
is now long-range
hoping to renew
anthropocentric intelligent investment
What sentience may his cells,
molecules,
atoms have that remains?
Now free to transverse
transform
transparent with non-other
neighbors
Looking for unconditional love
compassion
enlightenment
cooperative empowerment
With synergetic
energetic
united,
but not uniformed,
neighbors
Rematriated,
reformed
from patriarchal caste position
preservation
compulsion
Recreating a less anthropocentric view,
panentheism becomes as humanely obvious
as sacred ethos wealth
embracing organic eros health
Renewing virtues
of green ecological climates
planning a robust EarthMother democracy.
Autumn means rest now.
The green harvest is gathered
And the barn is full.
Upon my conscious, above
My conscious,
September lingers over
Like a leaf refusing to fall–
From the tree.
January calls for
New beginnings,
February grants a kiss;
May bells release the children,
And august brings us back,
Again.
But September–
Refuses to fall from the tree.
The wind cannot rustle these leaves,
And when it blows,
The silence grows stronger;
Blows,
Blows,
And September grieves
But–
Refuses to fall from the tree.
Change is prominent,
Good, ineluctable,
And yet.
Grasp me and drag me
Through the rakes,
Piled high,
With every other individual
Who's conscious stagnates
Beneath september,
Still green on the branch.
I want to drag it down with me!
Wind blows,
September rustles–
History, unlike myself,
Cannot change.
But I can, and will,
Fall from the tree.
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